Napalm Breath

The mad sergeant says
in Apocalypse Now,
"I love the smell of napalm
in the morning."
And he skips about
happy and insane.

And our lives are like that--
directionless,
tireless,
worn down to rubber
on burnt tire tread.

and the smoke and thunder
hurling underneath
our breath and terror
spins too out of chaos

until we arrive
in bedroom silence
with our bodies
spooning and glooming
in a tired masterpiece

after Van Gogh's sanity.

The mad sergeant says.
But there are better things
to smell in the morning.

Your breath inhaling my chest.

--Moon

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